A soldier's essay

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essays on soldiers 1

I am a soldier. But I have never been proud of my special career. I don't know why.

maybe I'm a natural person. I'm a little different from my comrades-in-arms. I seldom watch movies about soldiers. I won't be full of blood after watching me as a special soldier. I won't read novels about troops and fantasize again and again. I won't be graceful in front of my friends because of this military uniform. Always enjoying this job calmly brings me a touch of happiness and helplessness.

Although I don't watch movies and novels about soldiers, I always carefully collect articles about soldiers when I read them online. From the bottom of my heart. I am ambivalent. I often think about it, but I can't get the answer.

maybe I admit this job in my bones. Admitting that he made me understand the pursuit of being a soldier, that he brought me some unexpected things, and that I was not the one who only ate, drank and had no direction. Now I will read books to enrich myself and be more wise. I will correct my own personal words to be the same as me in the mirror, making people look comfortable, and then with a slight smile. Admit that with a compass in your heart, no matter how big the virgin forest is, it will not get lost.

Thanks for the proud title of soldier. With you, life is more exciting.

Essays for Soldiers 2

When we arrived at the Meteorological Room, it was in a ravine not far from the base, surrounded by mountains. It was Staff Wang of the Reconnaissance Department who led us to report the arrival. After arranging the dormitory, we went to the studio, and the sound of ticking attracted us at once. Only when we went did we know that the nature of the work in the meteorological room had strong professional requirements for troops like the Second Artillery Corps. We were working as operators. Receive the weather code, fill it in the weather map, and then send it to the forecast room. The forecaster will analyze the image code and make the short-term, medium-and long-term weather forecast in this area. Don't underestimate the work in the Meteorological Room. The professionalism required by the telegraph work may not be high, as long as you can listen to the long code and fill it in the position of the map accurately. The forecasters are all high flyers who graduated from the Department of Geophysics of Peking University. At that time, they had such academic qualifications, just like the top scholar in ancient times.

When it comes to my work, to tell the truth, I am a fool. When a telegraph operator receives a long code, he must be able to press the code. The more he presses according to the rhythm of the code, the more accurate he can be. On the contrary, I just heard a few codes, but I can't press the code. If I have more, my mind will be confused and I don't know how the work was done at that time. In addition to business work, it is the daily basic training. I remember that the training was in the scorching sun, and I collapsed when I couldn't stand it. Maybe it was because the food was not good. We were all growing up at that time, and the nutrition couldn't keep up. The army's food supply includes one meal of flour and rice and two meals of coarse grains every day. The food is a cauldron with no oil stars. In the morning, steamed bread and steamed buns are considered as flour and rice, and at noon and evening, it is two rice or pure sorghum rice. Who ate sorghum rice in those days? To put it bluntly, it was the army and reform-through-labour prisoners. At that time, sorghum rice was not delicious as white sorghum rice is now, but red sorghum rice, or old grain, not to mention how bad it was. Many people had something wrong with their stomachs, and I was no exception. When I ate flour and rice, I ate it fiercely, and when I ate sorghum rice, I couldn't even eat half a bowl. I remember eating eight or nine buns, but now I think it's ridiculous. How can I eat so many buns and eat my stomach badly?

I am most afraid of standing guard at night. Female soldiers stand guard in shifts of two people for one hour. In summer, mosquitoes bite, and in winter, they freeze their hands and feet. They can't get warm when they return to the dormitory for half a day. The conditions of the army are hard. We can't burn a fire wall without a kang and planks. When we are laid off in the middle of the night, the fire wall will be extinguished long ago. The cold dormitory and the cool bed are cold. Think about the temperature of MINUS 2-3 degrees in Tonghua area. Can we still fall asleep when we get off work and get into bed? My feet are frozen with chilblains. It's bitter enough. Not to mention the cold, the most terrible thing is that it is surrounded by mountains, standing guard at night, the leaves are rustling in the north wind, and there are animal calls, which can make people fat. When I was about to hand over my post, I went back to call one person and stood guard there alone. Isn't that scary, my scalp is numb and my heart is scared? Bang bang? Jump straight, and your heart rate will increase.

At that time, there were always special circumstances. Su Xiu was obsessed with my national subjugation, and spies often sneaked in to collect intelligence. Because the Second Artillery Corps was newly built and belonged to a sophisticated missile force, there were also threats and sabotage activities by enemy agents, and soldiers shot themselves in a mood. Therefore, the troops particularly emphasized the need to be vigilant and strengthen the duty of the post. Anyway, when I stood guard at that time, I was worried and nervous. Imagine that we were only in our teens at that time, at the age of playing with our parents at home, but now we are standing guard in the military camp in the mountains. Even so, none of my comrades and sisters and I wiped our tears and wanted to go home. Looking back now, I admire my strength at that time.

I worked in the 12 base for two years, recalling what I really learned and experienced at that time and never met again. In addition to normal work, the army also engaged in sideline business, making my own income, so I had a few brushes, which was also learned at that time, and I initially learned to farm. Because of the small supply of vegetables, our female soldiers went up the mountain to pick wild vegetables, and got to know a lot of wild vegetables, such as: tender buds, bracken, water celery, bitter vegetables, etc., and also learned how to dig ridges and furrows, how to cultivate ridges and weed, etc. Didn't the army say? Pass, help and take? A gang of one, a pair of red? Really, it's all the products of that era. It's quite interesting to recall these things.

There is another thing that impressed me the most. My father contacted me and asked for a place in the university, which is now Jilin University. At that time, I was a medical major at Bethune Medical University in Jilin, and I graduated as a doctor with a white coat and a stethoscope. A letter came to me from home, asking what my opinion was. At that time, influenced by the big environment, I was so left-minded that I immediately wrote back to my family, remembering that the letter clearly told my father: Chairman Mao said that? Three wants and three doesn't? Waiting for big talk, I really gave my father a political lesson. At that time, I wanted to join the league and regarded the pursuit of political ideals as supreme. The university also gave up and later joined the league. If I had gone to college at that time, it might have been a great turning point in my life. I didn't grasp it, and everything didn't change.

During my two years as a soldier in Tonghua, I also suffered from a strange disease, that is, muscle weakness in my lower limbs. Sometimes I said that I couldn't stand up if I couldn't stand up. Although I have been to a military hospital, I have a vague impression that the hospital didn't see what the disease was, saying that I was caused by potassium deficiency, but how could I lack potassium well? I recovered after a few shots and dropped the bottle. I haven't committed it since, which is quite strange.

This is my memory of two years as a soldier in the Second Artillery Corps. Later, my job was transferred several times, and I transferred to the hospital under the Logistics Department of shenyang military area command, where I worked in angels in white. Later, I resolutely transferred to other places and worked as a manager in the company until my retirement.

Iron-clad soldiers in the camp and flowing water have gone through the sea and played in the command room. Forty years have passed in a blink of an eye. What has changed is the time. What remains unchanged is the respect for the military flag, military emblem and military soul, the attachment to military life and the deep feelings for comrades. Our generation grew up with * * * and the country, and dedicated their youth to national defense for the honor and peace of the country. Our generation, whether in the army or in the local area, has left the footprints of our struggle. Our life has been brilliant, successful, bitter and tearful, and confused, but we have no regrets. Now that we have entered the age of no doubt, we don't sigh for the past, don't give up for old age, and never regret for a better life in the future, so that the torch of life will never go out in the sunset.

Essays on Soldiers 3

Deeply shake hands with their homeland and walk into the solemn and sacred military camp. Soldiers weave dreams with youth.

At the top of the Qinling Mountains, we stand proudly. The snowy plateau has our gaze without fear of cold. The steel gun disappeared in the distant desert with the years. My hero defended his country and tore open his chest, where there was a piece of loyalty to the people.

A soldier is not grandiose or pretentious. In tempering the will, taste it? Soldier smell? The original flavor of the mellow soup warms the military time.

when the moon gently rings the heart song of a soldier in silence, can 8 miles of Qinchuan hold the gains and losses of life? The seasons change, who is testing our purity? Sneak a cigarette and spit out naughty smoke rings, adding a little hazy to the mountains and the night.

With a simple and honest smile, I covered my duties with blood, wrote my loyalty on the boundary pillar, and set my glory free. In the green square of * * * and China, taste the ups and downs of the soldiers' special brewing. Forged into an upright steel plate in the army's big stove, facing the secular storm.